Destined with You

Beiming Han carried her back to the apartment, placed her on the sofa as soon as they entered, and squatted in front of her, gazing at her...

Gu Qingxin’s eyes flickered slightly. She bit her lower lip uneasily, just about to speak to him, when Beiming Han grasped her hand, "Go change clothes, I’ll take you somewhere."

Gu Qingxin, "..."

When she returned to the bedroom, Gu Qingxin finally breathed a sigh of relief. She dared not let herself think too much, fearing she would get more and more confused the more she thought.

She didn’t change clothes either. She went to the wardrobe, took out a long white woolen coat, put it on, and came out.

When she came out, Beiming Han was still sitting on the sofa. Hearing the sound, he looked over at her. Gu Qingxin blinked uneasily, like she’d done something guilty, and asked, somewhat guiltily, "Where are we going?"

"You’ll know when we get there. It’s somewhere you want to go." Beiming Han stood up and walked up to her. Gu Qingxin instinctively took two steps back, her hand being caught by him.

Gu Qingxin wanted to break free, but remembering her daughter’s words before leaving, she hesitated. While hesitating, he had already pulled her out the door.

She was thinking, a place she wants to go? What kind of place could it be?

In the car, Beiming Han was still insistently holding her hand.

Their palms were pressed together, and her hands were sweating.

The car sped along for about half an hour. Suddenly, he raised her hand, and his hand moved down to grasp her wrist.

Gu Qingxin looked at him, not knowing what he intended to do.

Beiming Han raised his hand, took off a soft clay flower-shaped ring from her right hand.

Gu Qingxin immediately tried to withdraw her hand, but Beiming Han held it tightly, his voice slightly hoarse, "Don’t move."

"Beiming Han, do you find this amusing?" Gu Qingxin’s voice was a bit annoyed.

"At that time, it must have hurt a lot, right?" Beiming Han looked at her gnarled finger. The wound had long healed, leaving a scar that would never fade.

Her fingers were originally beautiful, slender and long. Now, this ring finger, in contrast to the perfect and fair fingers next to it, looked even more unsightly.

He really dared not imagine what kind of mood she was in at that time, to so cruelly cut herself so deeply.

"It’s been too long, I don’t remember." Cold indifference laced Gu Qingxin’s voice.

"Xin’er, give me a chance to make amends. I will definitely take good care of you... and your child." Beiming Han kissed that finger tenderly, lingering with reluctance.

Gu Qingxin exerted herself, this time successfully pulling her hand back. She looked at her unsightly finger, with a somewhat dazed expression.

But in the next moment, she curled her lips, raised her hand, tilted her head to look at him, with a hint of a smile on her lips, "Do you see it? This finger can never return to its original shape! What’s broken is broken! Everything is the same, things that have gone bad can only be thrown away!"

"No! It’s not the same! My feelings for you have never changed! Feelings aren’t things, they have nothing to do with being spoiled or not."

"That’s your thought, it doesn’t represent me." Gu Qingxin withdrew her hand, turned her head to look outside, and no longer looked at him.

Gu Qingxin discovered that the car had stopped outside a cemetery.

She was so shocked that she turned back, looking at him inquiringly, wanting to know what this place really was? Why he brought her here.